My jaw may or may not have unhinged from my face when I finally looked into the bag. What it did do, however, was drop and dangle.
I had to blink a few times to ensure my mind wasn’t playing tricks with me; because if this was a trick, it was painfully cruel. I was sleep deprived and heavily caffeinated, so I wondered if I was hallucinating. Maybe I had hallucinated the whole visit, maybe I had gone berserk, maybe my mind was creating false gifts to help me cope.
I balled my hands into fists and rubbed my eyes vigorously, as though trying to wipe away the conjunctiva. But alas, I was not hallucinating. It was real, completely real. My mind didn’t know how to process what I was honed in on. I sat still on my knees, hands suspended in the air as though I was about to begin conducting an or
